Helpless - TG

"Did you get my bloody beer yet!?"

Liza winced at the words, the cold can chilling her fingers to numbness. "I'm coming!" she called, carefully transferring it from one hand to the other as she picked up her pace. It hurt when she listened to him yell, even if she expected it.

"Do you ever do anything right?" he snapped. "I do everything around here, you know! All the cleaning, all the housework, and all I ask is that you bring one measly beer to me, but you take all bloody day to get it here…"

"I'm the one who cleans the house, and this is your fifth beer today," she pointed out, forcing her voice into cheerfulness as she delivered it to him. She wondered why she bothered; he never listened to anything when he was in one of these moods.

"Your mother is driving me crazy, you know," he muttered. "But do I bother you about her? No. I take care of things, all by myself - and this beer is too dang cold! How the hell do you expect a man to drink something like this!?"

Liza ignored him, scooping up the empty cans around as he mumbled in the background. He'd drink it, she knew, the same as he drank every other beer she gave him. The same way he complained about mom, and whined until she dusted the house, and grumbled until she brought him another beer, just so that he could claim he never actually asked for anything.

She clenched the cans a bit more tightly, letting the bite of metal bring her from her thoughts as she resisted the urge to glare at him. She could already hear him grumbling in the background, talking about how no one ever swept the floors. How no really cared if the house was a mess so long as he was willing to do the work and put food in their mouths. She wished he'd just ask instead of complaining like that.

She left the room with a sigh, hooking the door closed with her foot to shut out his grumblings for a few blessed minutes as she walked across the carpets.  It felt rough against her feet, and she grimaced at the idea that she really might have to clean it before long. The hardwood kitchen, though, was spotless no matter what her father said; She'd spent all morning working on it. She smiled at it in satisfaction mixed with a little hint of spite as she dumped the cans in the trash bin. She'd taken that out earlier in the day as well, though you wouldn't know it from the way her father grumbled.

"Is your father drinking beer again?" came a voice, a shiver passing down her back as she glanced around. "Mom?" she asked, eyes focusing on the fizzy brown hair rather than the face. She hated having to see that accusing look when her mother glared at her.

"Oh, for the love of… I can see the evidence in the trash can, you know," she snapped, her tone making Liza squirm. Her voice fell a little as she added, "He didn't use to drink. Back before we had kids. He looked wonderful back then, and so did I."

Liza didn't have to look to feel the gaze settling on her, that same annoyed tone her mother always used adding, "I looked a hell of a lot better than you do, now, too. I wasn't in pain all the time, either. You gonna administrate those shops? Or are you just gonna let me die?"

"In an hour, mom," Liza promised, sighing a little. "We can't let you overdose, so it won't be time for another hour."

"Fine! You can clean up the mess while you're in there, too!" She nodded, grimacing a little at the shitfest she'd see when she entered, wishing she wasn't being so literal. But it could wait, she reminded herself. It might just be a couple bottles, too, though it probably wouldn't be by the time she got there. Little was that simple.

She sighed for what felt like the hundredth time that day, collapsing onto the couch as she let her muscles go languid. She wasn't going to move for an hour, she promised herself. Not even to type or read. She'd just lie down for a  bit and gather her breath. She let her eyes close at the thought, her mind wandering for a moment.

There was something tugging at her skirt, but she ignored it. It tugged again, making her stir with a groan, pushing out with her foot slightly as the something yelped. Then there was nothing for a moment, followed by another tug, harder than the rest.

"What?" she snapped, eyes opening in irritation. They widened in surprise, her expression softening as she noticed the little girl besides her. "Karen," she whispered, gazing at her twelve year old sister. The girl stared back, frightened brown eyes covered by a veil of dark brown locks like her own. Liza noted the tears with a stab of guilt, glancing at the small bruise on her sister's arm as the girl let go of her skirt, rubbing her backside. She must have hit the end table, Liza decided, looking away for a  moment.

"I'm sorry, Karen," she whispered after a moment, glancing back and scooping the girl into a hug. "What did you want?"

"A hug," said Karen, her voice tentative as she snuggled into her big sister's grip. "And…to tell you that my breasts are growing, just like you promised… see?" She snuggled into the hug deeper, letting her chest rub against her sisters as she let out a small giggle. "They're not as big as onee-sama's yet, but… But they're growing nicely, and I love them, 'cause they mean I'm growing up to be like big sis." Liza nodded, her hesitant expression hidden from the girl as Karen added, "I wanna be just like big sis."

"You could do better than me," she whispered, gently rubbing the girls back. A mixture of happiness and grief filled her when Karen shook her head in response.

"I dun wanna… I'm gonna be just like onee-sama, and then I'm gona get even better, but only 'cause onee-sama showed me the way. 'Cause that's what little sisters do, right?"

"Right," smiled Liza. She hugged the girl tighter, refusing to let go when she felt the first tear fall down her cheek, more following it as the dripped down into her sister's hair. She held back the sniffles, though, afraid to let the girl know.

"Onee-sama?" whispered Karen, her voice even smaller than her body seemed to demand.

"Hmm?" asked her older sister, shifting the girl a little for easier hugging as she listened.

"Why do Mommy and Daddy hurt you so much?" Liza froze at the words, unable to articulate a response as Karen added, "They always make onee-sama feel all bad… and upset… and hurt… and I can't do anything about it, 'cause they're my parents, and I love them, and you love them, and… and… and I hate them," she pouted. "They make me feel all helpless."

"You shouldn't hate your parents," said Liza, forcing a smile her little sister couldn't see. "You just said you loved them, anyway."

"I do… but I also hate them." she pouted. "I hate them lots and lots and lots, 'cause they always hurt onee-sama, and I love them lots and lots 'cause they gave birth to onee-sama." She paused, before adding, "And me too! I wouldn't get to be with Onee-sama if they hadn't birthed me toooooo! But… they hurt you…" she pouted, her little fingers gripping into Liza's blouse as the woman felt her heart beat quicken. "Why do they hurt you so much?"

"Because… because they can't be who they are," said Liza, biting her lip a little as she tried to think up an explanation. "Because they need our help to be the nice people they really are."

"Nice people like Onee-sama?" asked Karen, her voice filled with disbelief as she nuzzled her head into Liza's neck. "Are Mommy and Daddy really beautiful girls, too?"

"Um… Yeah," whispered Liza, gripping onto the reasoning. "Dad is, anyway. He's a really beautiful girl, inside, just like me, and Mommy is actually a cutesy little girl, just like you, who just wants to play and have fun. Only, they're completely trapped inside their shells, and they're upset because they can't come out and play."

"Oh," whispered Karen, her voice filled with thought. "What would happen if we opened up the case and let them out, onee-sama?" she asked after a moment. "Would they be happy?"

"Yep!" grinned Liza, getting into the role as she delved into her story telling mode. "Daddy would be first, of course, because his shells the most complex. First, he'd feel his face change, all that masculinity fading away. His big nose would come free, and reveal a cute little one-"

"Just like Onee-sama's!" broke in Karen, giggling a little as Liza smiled.

"Yes," she whispered, stroking the girl's hair. "Just like mine. But no interrupting for now, 'kay?"

She waited for Karen's nod before smiling again, closing her eyes as she sank back into her story telling mode. "First his nose would come off, dissolving into the cute feminine little nose beneath. His fake chapped lips would peel off to reveal something lush and beautiful, and the thick masking on his cheeks would come free, peeling off of him as all that cute femininity came pouring off. He'd giggle, then, you know - his voice coming out all sot and feminine as he asked if it was already time to come out.

"Then he'd speed things up again, rubbing against his arms until all the glued on hair fell away and the extra padding peeling away from his skin and rolling up as his finger nails clawed through it. He'd be grinning with glee, his face all feminine delight as he yanked off the man gloves and revealed the dainty little fingers within.

"He'd be singing at this point, too. Softly so as not to disturb the rest of us, but happily as he yanked those cute little fingernails of his into his thighs. He'd be delighted as he pulled off his leg boots, letting the thick thighs of his femininity come free as revealed those dainty little feet. His toenails are painted red you know," she whispered, conspiratorially. "He takes them off, sometimes, when none of us are watching, just to paint them. But this would be the first time he ever got to show them off, and he'd be oh so pleased.

"Pleased enough that he'd grip at his groin without hesitation, and yank off that contraption he's been keeping around his hips. The one with the inbuilt dildo, and the butt reshaper, and the hip hider. He'd tear it off, and reveal himself for the girl she really is, and she'd grin as she tapped a finger against her real groin for the fist time in years, lavishing the sensation of knowing she could.

"But she wouldn't touch it more, because she'd know her daughters were outside. Instead she'd reach up and take the padding off her sides, and the pins from her hair. She'd let her tresses slide against her waist and she'd smile and be happy that she was there for us."

"What about Mommy?" demanded Karen, her voice soft with anticipation. Liza kissed her on the forehead, taking the invitation to transition for what it was as she closed her eyes again.

"Mommy would be simpler. She'd strip her face away, too, but all the features would be the same. They'd just be younger. She'd yank out all those excess wrinkles, and the mask, and the skull casing that hid her cute little twelve year old head. She'd reach out and she'd pull at her arms to get rid of the extensions she uses, with their little robotic insides that let her control the fingers. She'd stand there for a moment, relieved to feel real air without the arm gloves, and then she'd strip off the leg boots. They haven't been working well, anyway, that's why she's been all stooped over so much of the time.

"Then, once she's at your size, she'd take off all the bra padding, and reveal herself to be even littler than you. She'd giggle a happy little giggle, and she'd take off the corset that made it look like she had big curves, and feel free as the twelve year old little girl she's always been deep down. She'd smile, and she'd laugh, and she'd let her soft hair spill out from the wig with a grin as she spun barefoot across the entire house. She'd come out here, and she'd play with you, and she'd hug me just the way you do - only far less often, and always getting out of the way when you need a snuggle. Just because she knows this is your special spot. She'd cook meals, and have tons of energy for playing too, and help us take care of the whole house alongside with Daddy. Just as soon as they take off their shells."

"Is that really what'll happen?" asked Karen, her voice filled with hope as she cuddled in deeper.

Liza opened her mouth to say no, filled with regret as she gently began to shake her head. She felt the word on the tip of her tongue when the door opened, a figure slipping out quietly before running towards her. She stared as a woman hugged her, a soft voice telling her how much its owner loved her.

She felt another tug, a little girl clutching her leg as Karen squeed in her arms. The new comer informed them that she'd be making dinner and that the others should relax. Liza stared at her for a moment, noticing the similarities and the differences as the girl smiled; she looked happier than Liza had ever seen her.

She smiled back after a moment, happiness breaking through her for the first time in a very long time, as Karen kissed her on the chin.

"I don't feel so helpless anymore, Onee-sama," the girl whispered.

Liza stroked her hair, smiling at her little sister. She didn't feel so helpless, either.